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The house did not creak when I entered— it listened. Walls leaned inward The house did not creak when I entered— it listened. Walls leaned inward
No one teaches you how to map a disappearance. At first, No one teaches you how to map a disappearance. At first,
I was not born with a sun— only a mirror stitched behind my ribs. So I learned early I was not born with a sun— only a mirror stitched behind my ribs. So I learned e...
I carried a mountain once— no one saw it. They only asked why I walked so slowly. I carried a mountain once— no one saw it. They only asked why I walked so slowly...
As a quiet little boy Lay within its darkness To itself it fall a talking And this is what it sai... As a quiet little boy Lay within its darkness To itself it fall a talking And...